At Blankenese


Knotted pathways

tumble down to Elbe’s banks, 

passing Sea-Captains houses

they thread through ages,


history preserved by salty air

friend and foe have sailed this course,

steamers, containers and ferrymen,

even mop haired musicians came and went.


The Strand Hotel welcomes walkers

hot chocolate and rum to go,

well heeled ladies take time to talk

while serious men meet quietly in corners.


The dock sits grey stripped by winter

flag-masts clink their metal chains,

the man-made beach its castles conquered

its play park silent, no sign of games.


This filtered estuary its residue, its wealth,

here the stain of commerce sits,

a manifestation of a nations health

a thin veneer of silvered glitz.



◄ When darkness falls

Silent nights ►


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Wolfgar Miere

Sat 23rd Dec 2017 15:59

Thank you Ray,

had a great time there, also had a trip out of town to Lübbecke which was excellent.


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Fri 22nd Dec 2017 21:35

Shiver me timbers, David. A warming account with lyrical and confident rhyming , almost Betjeman abroad. Really excellent to read and written by a lover of travel - that shines through.


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